On the ocean, pirates have three iconic common hobbies: liquor, women and gambling. Alger Wilson only took out his silver pocket watch, opened it and took a look, and he knew where he should go first to get information.

It was a quarter past 11 o'clock and the brothels and bars were still closed. Only the casino was definitely filled with people who wanted to get rich easily.

Alger was more familiar with the port city of Bayam than his hometown. He hardly paused to determine the direction and smoothly made many turns until he arrived at a casino without a sign in a secluded alley.

As far as he knew, the owner of this "Gold Coin Casino" was a gang leader with a strong background. He had an unclear but vague connection with the big shot in the Governor's Mansion. He was the first choice for many pirates to get rid of stolen goods and buy what they needed.

Because of this, pirates often appear here. They may exchange the looted items for thick gold pounds in the morning, but lose everything in the evening and be driven out.

Alger pulled his brown thick coat, clicked on his mainland-style cap, pushed open the half-open door, and entered the casino under the watchful eyes of bodyguards.

——Inside the Kingdom of Loen, casinos are not allowed, and can only be in the form of rooms attached to bars. However, in the Kingdom's vast overseas colonies, it is not only legal, but also a pillar industry. Among them, Bayam in the Rorsted Islands and Aleser in East Balam are the most famous in this regard. Many wealthy people in Backlund and the coast of the Sea of ​​​​Interstellar will go there specifically to gamble.

Looking around, Alger saw various ways of playing cards, as well as roulette-style gambling derived from dice.

As it was still early, there were not many gamblers, so Alger quickly "browsed" them all.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up and he keenly recognized who the guy in makeup and disguise was.

He took off his hat, walked to a Texas Hold'em table, patted the target's shoulder, bent his back, leaned close to the other's ear, and said in a low voice:

"Flames."

Danitz was using his right hand to open a corner of his trump card, and was frightened by the slap and shout so much that he almost jumped up, and directly blasted a ball of fire at the guy behind him.

After being attacked by "Iron" McVitie, he realized that he should not come out in his true identity to inquire for information, otherwise he would be targeted by greedy pirates.

Although most of the pirates were not strong and were not taken seriously by Danitz, he was also unwilling to expose his whereabouts and cause setbacks in his plan to hunt down “Iron” Maiveti.

But what he didn't expect was that his carefully disguised look was exposed an hour after he went out.

Danitz was extremely nervous. He quickly turned his head and glanced at who was "greeting" him out of the corner of his eye.

When he saw the iconic seaweed-like dark blue hair, Danitz breathed a sigh of relief and turned to observe whether his fellow card players had heard each other's words.

The gamblers were all studying their cards carefully, either throwing or covering them, and they didn't pay any attention to what was happening here.

"Why are you here?" Danitz asked casually.

He and Alger had met at the previous pirate convention and knew that the other party had a ghost ship and a dozen sailors. He was a powerful but not famous guy.

According to Vice Admiral Iceberg, the fact that such a small and not very strong pirate group could preserve an ancient ghost ship showed that there was a powerful force behind them. They might be members of the Church of Storms, or they might be related to a pirate king or a secret organization. They usually disguised themselves as ordinary pirates to collect intelligence on the target for the true loyalists to facilitate targeted elimination. Sometimes, they acted on behalf of the forces behind the scenes to do things that were inconvenient for them to do, such as silencing people or robbing certain special items.

There are many similar pirate groups, and no one will specifically deal with such matters.

Alger pulled the chair next to him over and sat down. He tilted his head slightly and asked in a low voice:

"I heard that your captain got the 'Key of Death'?"

Danitz sneered and laughed:

"I thought you still had your own brain, but I was disappointed.

“How can something like this be so easy to get?

"If you want it and you pay enough, we will definitely sell it!

"How about it? Do you want to consider this deal?"

Alger said casually:

"Maybe it has other secrets. Maybe someone wants to deal with your captain."

“Who knows? Bullshit!” Danitz was so angry at the new round of trump cards that he cursed loudly.

Immediately, he lowered his voice and said:

"That thing doesn't look like a human creation. It might belong to a giant or a demon."

"Creation? Your captain is still insisting on teaching you characters?" Alger asked with some amusement.

It is rumored that "Vice Admiral Iceberg" is a lady who has a strict attitude towards knowledge. She cannot tolerate her subordinates being a group of illiterate people. Therefore, there are general education and reading courses every day on the "Golden Dream", and the crew members are forced to take turns to participate.

Danitz showed an expression that showed he didn’t want to look back:

“This is much harder than fighting people!

"Because of this, we can never recruit enough crew members. Every time we stop at a port for supplies, someone will resign..."

He did not continue the topic, looked at the dealer, and said to himself:

"Please keep an eye on Steel for me."

“Steel” Maiviti? The second mate of “Admiral of Blood”? Alger looked down at “Flame” Danitz’s left arm, which was slightly propped up by the splint, and asked in a daze:

"He attacked you?

"For the key?"

"His brain has been eaten by his zombie!" Danitz emphasized.

"You want to take revenge on him?" Alger guessed from the other party's tone and request.

“Hehe.” Danitz smiled without saying anything, seeming to be concentrating on looking at the new trump card.

Alger thought about it and said:

"The last time your captain showed up was seven days ago, near Sonia Island. This was confirmed by a telegram. The Golden Dream will not arrive at Bayam so soon.

"You have a new helper? If you rely on yourself alone, even if 'Steel' is alone, you are no match for him. And you know that he is always surrounded by people."

In response to Alger's question, Danitz threw out a chip:

“Call!”

"Who is it?" Alger first assumed that Danitz's attitude was tacit, and asked with the mentality that he would not lose anything by asking.

Danitz stared at the public cards and replied simply:

"You don't know him."

I don't know him? Anyone who has the ability to deal with "Iron" McVitti, whether he is a pirate or an adventurer, should have some fame in the ocean... Unless he belongs to a secret organization, or it is his first time to go out to sea. Of course, it is also possible that Danitz does not want to answer for fear of exposing the secret. This is the most likely possibility... He belongs to a certain organization, it is his first time to go out to sea, and he has the ability to deal with "Iron" McVitti... Alger raised his eyelids slightly and made a bold guess.

He tapped the edge of the table and asked casually, as if chatting about the weather:

"Did you have a good time in Bansy Harbor?"

He put emphasis on the word "play".

Danitz tilted his head in astonishment and asked:

"How do you know that?"

He believed that given the style of the Church of the Storm, it would be impossible for them to expose a scandal themselves. Furthermore, the passengers of the White Agate had just arrived last night, and those who actually witnessed the process had signed confidentiality agreements. How could the news spread so quickly?

Alger smiled and did not answer.

At this moment, he deeply understood the value of Emperor Roselle's words:

Make bold assumptions and verify them carefully!

Danitz put away the winning chips and muttered:

"It's not a big deal. There were some ancient customs that were revived there, which led to the corruption of a Storm Bishop."

As expected... Alger chuckled and said:

"I'll help you keep an eye on 'Steel'.

"But how can I contact you?"

"Well... No. 15 Xiangshu Avenue is an uninhabited house. You can just write the message on a piece of paper and throw it in." Danitz answered hesitantly.

Alger nodded, then stood up and patted Flame Danitz on the shoulder:

“Don’t forget the reward.”

He turned around and walked towards the door.

Watching the ghost ship captain leave, Danitz couldn't help but mutter:

“This guy is pretty good.

"But I have to leave here."

He didn't dare to trust Alger completely, fearing that in a few minutes, the other party would lead "Steel" McVitie's group to kill him.

After leaving the Gold Coin Casino, Alger, wearing local wide-leg pants, walked slowly toward the street, entered a department store, found the corresponding counter, smiled, took out a handful of brass pennies and said:

“Give me a deck of tarot cards.”

While waiting, he thought of a question:

What are Mr. Fool’s followers doing at this time?

…………

Inside Old John's Restaurant.

Klein watched as the waiter placed a plate of grilled fish in front of him. It was wrapped with something that looked like straw and covered with various spices that he recognized and didn't recognize.

The strong smell penetrated Klein's nose, greatly increasing the secretion of his saliva.

As expected of the Spice Islands... Klein was about to pick up his knife and fork when he saw the waiter put two branch-like objects on the plate.

Chopsticks? Klein was a little surprised.

Then he quickly identified the suspect:

Roselle Gustav!

"When eating grilled combfish, you have to use this kind of tableware. It is said that Emperor Roselle got the inspiration from the customs of the elves." The waiter introduced.

Elven customs? Sure enough, they are a race that loves cooking and food... Or rather, it was just an excuse made up by Roselle... Klein guessed, knowing someone's character quite well.

He went to several church hospitals in Bayam that morning, hoping to provide hospice care for some dying people, help them fulfill their wishes, and deepen his role playing at the same time, but he still couldn't find a suitable target.

This is not to say that no one died in the hospital, but that there were family members who were by the side or had witnessed the death. If someone pretended to have died, there would be no possibility of disguise and it would only have the effect of scaring people.

Let's go to the bar where adventurers gather. There are many foreigners there who come to the sea in pursuit of wealth. They may die in some dark corner at any time like wild dogs that no one cares about, and their families will never get any news... Klein collected his thoughts and focused on the food.

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